Sunday, July 12, 2009
Convemtion of the Episcopal Church on D025, which expresses our
commitment to the Anglican Communion and reaffirms the supremacy of
our Constition and Canons regarding equal access to all orders of
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I'm going to be limited to brief updates from the iPhone until the
hotel fixes it.
OK, after the subs we saved the universe from the Evil Emperor Zurg on
Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin and then introduced Leslie to the
marvel that is Disneyland's Space Mohntain. I'm sure Paris' is best
but we only know Orlando's version. Anyway, it was smooth, fast, and
sense altering. What more do you need?
We discovered the wait time for Pirates was only yen minutes so that
gave us time to enjoy the original classic before lunch. Katie and
Leslie pronounce it far superior to Orlando.
The Blue Bayou is Disneyland's best restaurant (for the park, not the
whole resort) and it's inside the Pirated attraction, inthe bayou
scene - hence the name.
They were able to seat us by the water with minimal wait so we think a
truck load of pixie dust was just delivered.
The started us off with crusty warm rolls reminiscent of German
broetchen or pretzel bread. Jim, Leslie, and Katie were determined to
go with the Monte Christo classic even if it would put them into a 5
hour stupor. Dirk thought he would be wise and go wig a pepper-crusted
steak that was very much like a prime rib. Alas, it was 20 ounces (or
so), which justified the price but wasn't practical. Dirk had
suggested to Jim that they just split a monte cristo but Jim looked at
him like he was Zurg's apprentice.
We were all given a slightly spicy and reasonably sized cup of gumbo,
though Jim opted for a salad. All dishes had the same sides of Blue
Bayou potatoes (basically an au gratin) and a vegetable mealy of white
asparagus and broccoli rabe. The cristos came with a raspberry jam for
dipping, as well.
We skipped the desserts but they brought out a chocolate mousse in
honor of Jim's birthday that we all split for that sweet ending we
believe every meal needs.
Afterward, we waddled to the New Orleans Square train depot and picked
up a train to Main Street. We missed the 2:15 shuttle home so we
hoofed it back rather than wait 30 minutes for the next one.
An afternoon of snoozing should prepare us for an evening of
fireworks. So far, the natal feast of James of Ewing ( do dubbed by a
classmate of Dirk's in honor of Jm'd birthday) has been pretty amazing!
girls Katie & Leslie. Rode Peter Pan, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride,
Ponocchio's Daring Journey, Alice in Wonderland, The Matterhorn (Yay
for Katie's roller coaster courage!!), Storybook Land Canal boats,
Small World, Roger rabbit's Cartoon Spin, and we're in line for
Finding Nemo's Submarine Voyage, and have Fastpasses for the best
Space Mountain in the US. Lunch will be at Blue Bayou inside Pirates
of the Caribbean.
Have a Magical Day everyone!!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Jim odered some as well, but Dirk went with a chicken burrito. Everyone was happy with their meal, and the place (though appearing to be something of a dive) had a clearly loyale Mexican clientale and the food was well done. Very fresh cilantro. Definitely recommend a quick stop if you're a fan of the quick Baja Mexican cuisine. . .
The Long Beach airport (LGB in IATA speak) does look kinda cool, though it feels like you stepped back into the 1950s. Modern bus terminals are glitzier than this - but it was all easy to negotiate.
The front view of the airport. It's Jetblue's West Coast hub, but limited to 41 daily flights for noise and neighborhood reasons. B6 (JetBlue in IATA code), has maxed out its slots and will have to expand to other regional airports. Still, it's much easier getting in and out than LAX would be, and it's a little closer than Orange County.
Our plane dwarfing the baggage claim area and coffee kiosk (really the only vendor at the airport!). All of this is a little freaky because we will have a 2 hour layover for our connecting flight from SFO (San Francisco) to IAD (Dulles).
appear a go for an on time departure. About 7 hours until Katie gets
a genuine west coast fish taco at Senor Baja. Dirk just wants a hotel
room after three hours of sleep last night.
Jim, as always, is type B mellow.